La protophilosophie, ou l'art de parler pour ne rien dire.
Troubled heart, troubled mind I've got a trouble soul Wishing to find a goal Hoping it never dies. On ne se retourne pas. On ne se retourne pas, on ne part jamais vraiment. On EST toujours à plusieurs endroits. La tête, le coeur, le corps. L'esprit se...
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Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but...
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